[A little something inspirational]

he cried rain drops,
and hated the rain
they never drowned his sobs
or even the pain.

he lived in black,
grey clouds and hate
thought others never really felt pain like him,
their happiness never late

but then he met her,
and thought again
parents dead,
living her life in vain

she was stabbed with pain,
and daily abuse
but she still loved the rain
and she still lived in blues

he learnt never to judge again,
for others may have it worse
they may live in pain
they may live with a deathly curse